( Do you love me? Do you love me? ) 
  
In the still of the night, as I gaze from my window, 
At the moon in its flight, my thoughts all stray to you . . . 
  
In the still of the night, while the world is in slumber, 
Oh the times without number, Darling when I say to you, 
"Do you love me, as I love you? 
Are you my life to be, my dreams come true? ( Will you be my dream come true? ) 
Or, will this dream of mine fade out of sight?" 
Like the moon growing dim, on the rim of the hill, 
In the chill, still of the night . . . ( Do you love me? ) 
  
( Do you love me? ) 
  
In the still of the night . . .